Lets get some work done!

http://www.dumpalink.com/videos/Most_retarded_exercise_machine_ever-70ki.html

WTF! How are you supposed to get any work done? I like how that guy says, "it feels great on my abs!"....if you kinda don't listen to it, he sounds like he says, "it feels great on my ass".

And so it was done.

I haven't ran much latley, but riding is fun, so it balances out. I'm getting ready for the 12 hour race, I just hope my rear brake stops rubbing soon!
I'm gonna hopefully do a few laps on the SS. And my rear NEVEGAL sealed up just fine, right in time! 2.2 inches of beefy goodness, all at the back door. Sounds bad, I know, but you know what they say, 2 minutes in heaven is beter than 1 minute in heaven.
I haven't ridden the power cranks much.
But the ROTOR cranks are very bad ass, for riding on the trainer. I can't wait to try'em out on the open roads.....or even, dare I say, a Time Trial!

Taken from one of the best movies this decade:

Lance Armstrong:" Well, I guess if a person never quit when the going got tough, they wouldn't anything to regret for the rest of their life."

And with that said, Lance regrets, for the rest of his life, not finishing Comfort.

One more for the good guy! (the good guy being me).

Now for a personaly topic. Just like Jerry Seinfield saying "I choose not to run!", I "choose to ride a bike". And if thats a geared MTB, a crossbike, a time trial bike, road bike, Single Speed or a mixture of any of those in any category legal to do so, then I will do it. If I rode a MTB in a Time Trial, nobody would give a rats ass. But ride a cross bike to a MTB marathon and you'll raise some eyebrows, but it's all good. But dare you cross the line and race a single speed in a single speed category, that my friend is too much. Call security. Mr. President, Veto this! Rabble rabble rabble. If I would've known beter, I could've just ridden my road bike in the SS category, and gotten just as much flack.

Lets also say that MOAT got another in the bag....and Jasons team a solid 3rd! Congrats guys.

I quit

"If you hear the sound of a chipmunk, get reeeeaaal still."
"But how will we know the sound of a chipmunk?"
"Oh trust me Joshua, you'll know.......Nft Nft Nft!"
Oh Wink, what have you gotten yourself into?
Today, I challenged a coffee drinker to a challenge. Probably because I want to prove that to stop something isn't hard, you just need to HTFU and do it.
You hear fat people say, "I'm fat, I want to lose weight" But when they get a workout, they want to quit and go home and eat. DUH.
Smokers are similar, "I can't help it, it's an addiction for me", maybe they prefer saying 'a dic on' me.
So to combat the stupidness of the lack of body control of your own body, I went to show that you CAN no matter what.
SO the challenge was for her to stop drinking coffee....in return I would stop something I absolutly LOOOOOVE. Candy. The sweet colors and sugar will be not near my mouth for a while. I'm cutting cold turkey tomorrow morning.
So because I know whats coming, I'm eating my fair share of the sweet goodness that God himself gave to mankind, I've already eaten about 50 starbursts, and 10 nerd packets.

I also want to give a thanks to http://kendausa.com/ . I love small block 8's even more now. That will be the key to beating Armstrong this weekend.

OOOOO weee

Lordy.....swatza tired swatza tired.
I just hit two days in the west texas mountains....well, more like the central Texas hill country. 150 miles, 8h30min, 5850 calories, 192 watt average. I like it, I like it a lot. Weather was superb, a bit chilly, but SUN and good vibes. Jason climbed a heck of a lot beter when he's confident. Magan did the deed too, hitting the descents beter than those in that race in France.... whats the name of it, the France Tour....Tour le France, something like that.
Ah, that brings me to my next topic, the Francey pants Lance seems to want to race mountain bikes this weekend. Well, How convienient! I had just confirmed I'd be there too.....I guess my people weren't on it like Lances, but get the word out, I'm going!
Yeah, and while your promoting my being there, I'll also be doing the 12 hours of Warda, also known as 12 hours of Winding Against Rational Decision Again. Cameron Chambers beter not show up this time.

I'm paper chasing hard this week, so recovery will be easy, but I'll tell you one thing....new carbon shoes, ti pedals, riding style, and a secret weapon will surely have people wondering what drug I'm on. Chigga Chigga Hell Yeah. Now Fogel take off the vest!

Weeeeeeeeee

So the Houston marathon got rolled my Mark and I again. What a blast! 13.1 miles and thousands of people. Although Mark ran with a different name on his nametag "THIRST". Ah, it was so funny when people would cheer for you saying " Go Nathan!!!....GO Thirst???" The hotel we stayed at was Dumb and Dumber worthy. I stayed in a place like that once, not as nice...but you know classy!

So today I give Dave the opportunity to ride Huntsville alone, while I go pick up groceries for the office. In line, I see 6 magazine covers of a fat has been:
Luckily this hefer isn't pregnant yet, or she'd be real fat. I just don't understand why she is getting all this attention to her. She can't sing. She doesn't look good. She dates white trash. And she is the appitamy of what a mom shouldn't do. But here we are putting her fat head on 6 front pages. Blasphamy! This picture looks like she ate a sheep and fell asleep in it's sheepishly soft skin.

A look back at the Excruciation Exam.(pun intended) This was the final bridge to Ric Tinney. Thanks for a great shot Hammid!

And Jason is finally gone, so begins the correct sleep cycle....mixed in with the perfect blend of intervals and a trip to Leaky, and I'll be seeing more pictures like the one above!

I'm We Tall Did.

A simple enough game, Guitar Hero, but amazing difficult. I find the Medium level my challenge point. And when the big riff comes, I find I just hit the first three buttons, and ignore the blue. Three of four is beter than zero of four!
Then while playing Metallica's "One", I find out direct that my failure is quite complete.

It's not even funny at how retarded I feel when playing, you send signals to the hand but they just won't work.

THEN I get on the powercranks:

The monstrosity that is retarded hits your legs as fast as Forest Gump running. Just clipping in is difficult, as you bring your second foot automatically to the top....while the pedal is at the bottom. At least I don't look as retarded as this guy.

So after getting on them and testing them out, I got serious, hit the retard in the head, and focused. In about 2 minutes I could ride them well. My muscles got worked, but I could do it evenly and consitantly. I guess pedaling fast circles isn't my cup of tea, because when I do the retard appears.

So note this, if you ride with me while I ride powercranks, get ready for a faster ride!

Happy New Year!

So much went on, and not one computer to blog it!

I'll recap what the big holiday beheld for me:

I started off with a week of dogsitting in Houston. Three huge beasts that tested the very fortitude that I own. Omletes were eaten whole, and if you messed up in a video game, you ate meat until you puke!

Christmas was good, I got my very own Dumb and Dumber tuxedo. I put out the vibe to say the least.

Then a trip to a Ranch house with Magan, and a new experience too. I waited. Yeah, and it was fun! Well, most people call it hunting, but I'll be correct in what happened. I sat in a cold ass deer stand, and waited. It looked as if I was a chain smoker, as the air from my warm lungs made clouds from my mouth. And as the deer ate the free food from the feeder, I dialed in the gun and shot it in the heart. So awesome. Then as I ate dinner at a restaraunt on the way home, I thought....what if someone is about to shoot me right now, while I'm eating. That would surely suck.

Something about getting the cross bike out with Jason seemed so right. He had my old scalpel, dialed in for the Torture Test. And 4 miles in the State Park, Jason yells that his bike is breaking. I figure the seat is lose, but the fork is 4 inches off. Then a sudden thud,and Jason is on the ground with a front wheel and bike seperated.

Nothing big happened on New Years, except I already broke my resolution. It took a good three hours though. I was going to try to go all year without farting.

The rest of the time was spent with Mark, beating "Hunter:The Reckoning" video game, yelling "DIIIIIIIEEEEE" to the zombies and those even rats. Jason concluded the festivities by joining Mark and I last night to fulfill our derlicting destiny!